circadian rhythmically challenged
I've survived two weeks at New Job so far, and for the first time this year I feel like things are finally slowing down to a more normal pace. Or maybe I'm just speeding up? I feel like I've finally had a break in my depression for the first time in a long time, probably due to a combination of 1) being done with the anxiety of TEST! INTERVIEW! NEW JOB! 2) more exercise and 3) actual sunlight (whaaaaaat).
But I'm not gonna question it too much, I'm just gonna roll with it.
WORxK
Week one of New Job involved a lot of radiation safety, learning about the lab, and learning how to draw doses from a vial into a syringe whilst the syringe is in a lead shield and the vial is in a tungsten shield. It is... hard. I stabbed myself three times, and really elegantly, too. One time the needle actually went IN one part of my thumb and OUT the other. Like, seriously, I'm almost proud of that. That is talent.
I haven't stabbed myself since, which is good since in week two I started handling the radioactive materials. I guess I've been doing well. I made one of the pharmacists say “wow” while he was training me; that made me happy. I mean, I'm doing well enough that every time I fuck up in a new way one of the pharmacists says “finally, you did it wrong!” so I'm trying not to stress too much. (TOO much. I'm stressing anyway.)
Walking with Hobbits
Oh, I have done so little walking this winter. In fact, I have an entire “winter walking” soundtrack on my mp3 player that I never even touched. It's my goal to make sure I'm walking at least every weekend now that the weather's nicer.
Let's see, I'm up to 364.6 miles, which puts me on day 36 between some asshole trolls and Elrond. SO CLOSE.
Make Words Do
AHAHA I am so far behind on posts I'm ashamed to even list what I owe. BUT, I've written two posts in the past two days! I need to keep this momentum going, because I've missed my characters, and everyone else's characters, and their adventures. As the internet says, I've missed my “precious bbs”. So precious. Such bbs. I'm going to start using that phrase in earnest because it's accurate.
This post was going to be longer, I think, but while I'm in training I'm working 6 am to 2 pm, and it's just made me realize: I'm not meant to sleep at night. I'm not. Something went wonky in my genes somewhere and I can only sleep under the soothing light of the daystar. But once I'm on my normal shift I'll be 12:30 am to 8:30 am, so I can come home, sit on the porch with a nightcap and make passers-by think I'm just a drunk, and go to sleep around mid-morning. I'm looking forward to it.
And the point of that was: I'm sleepy.
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But I'm not gonna question it too much, I'm just gonna roll with it.
WORxK
Week one of New Job involved a lot of radiation safety, learning about the lab, and learning how to draw doses from a vial into a syringe whilst the syringe is in a lead shield and the vial is in a tungsten shield. It is... hard. I stabbed myself three times, and really elegantly, too. One time the needle actually went IN one part of my thumb and OUT the other. Like, seriously, I'm almost proud of that. That is talent.
I haven't stabbed myself since, which is good since in week two I started handling the radioactive materials. I guess I've been doing well. I made one of the pharmacists say “wow” while he was training me; that made me happy. I mean, I'm doing well enough that every time I fuck up in a new way one of the pharmacists says “finally, you did it wrong!” so I'm trying not to stress too much. (TOO much. I'm stressing anyway.)
Walking with Hobbits
Oh, I have done so little walking this winter. In fact, I have an entire “winter walking” soundtrack on my mp3 player that I never even touched. It's my goal to make sure I'm walking at least every weekend now that the weather's nicer.
Let's see, I'm up to 364.6 miles, which puts me on day 36 between some asshole trolls and Elrond. SO CLOSE.
Make Words Do
AHAHA I am so far behind on posts I'm ashamed to even list what I owe. BUT, I've written two posts in the past two days! I need to keep this momentum going, because I've missed my characters, and everyone else's characters, and their adventures. As the internet says, I've missed my “precious bbs”. So precious. Such bbs. I'm going to start using that phrase in earnest because it's accurate.
This post was going to be longer, I think, but while I'm in training I'm working 6 am to 2 pm, and it's just made me realize: I'm not meant to sleep at night. I'm not. Something went wonky in my genes somewhere and I can only sleep under the soothing light of the daystar. But once I'm on my normal shift I'll be 12:30 am to 8:30 am, so I can come home, sit on the porch with a nightcap and make passers-by think I'm just a drunk, and go to sleep around mid-morning. I'm looking forward to it.
And the point of that was: I'm sleepy.
Posted via Dreamwidth. Comment there. Or here. I'm not picky.